Lyrics:
Just passing by
So hold it down
Right now
And let's go ridin
This for my home that I adore
Oh yea sweet California
With your sunshine rays
the field that really live it
You
I look sweet but ain't shit really sweet aye
I always keep a really to real aye...
So yea the only real day you can get is
Good-morning Ladies and Gentlemen this is Relabze coming to you live on a Tuesday morning
It's a little chilly outside
Bringing you Down by Farron
fine morning at dawn
Haunted by a bitter song
Taught me I was living on
The sweet side of the storm
Love shapes every day
Cosy in this getaway
Blazing
mind?
I courted Pretty Polly the live-long night
I courted Pretty Polly the live-long night
Until it was next morning before it was light
I led
Sneakin' tiny slippers
Silky floating gown
Boiling oil in the saucepan
Rising steam all around
Mornings, Tuesdays, have a wash, no rush, the make-up
And I said
Oh
My
This girl is trouble
Well then we met up
At Busbys on that Monday or Tuesday night
And you slammed five shots of Titos
Before I
Destiny
Childhood failure
Decline of man
Withholding light
Bright orange creamsicle
Drowned in morning dew of purple dyed water
Tangled bright
Daydream under the morning sun
Daydream fair day for everyone
Yesterdays have been chased away
Sweet yesterdays return today
Dear song of mine
Share
live without
You hear it in the twilight hush
And in the morning traffic rush
A song that's always new
In your heart a part of you
Oh, shines so
a highway star
I'm a highway star
Oh, yes I am, you mothers
Thank you. That's a new one, taken off Machine Head.
This is a song about...
Sweet child
was doing
Taking over their own streets so they could improve 'em
He keep busy as a bone just burning and looting
So by four in the morning, baby he
live in that railroad shack
And I wander down that rusty old track
Like a lonely old-timer out of my mind
Lookin' for that lady who was sweet and kind
hip hop
Cant hang wit no crowd, yeh im cool on my dolo
Solo, chasin dreams, screaming yolo
4 In the morning, aint eeen' yawnin
Off three sweets, come
beneath the tree
Come on drink your cider up, it's the one for you and me
The one for you!
On Tuesday morning you find me signing on the dole
With all
high
Long live the night
Cause I know you'll be standing by
And all day I'm just dirt
Don't get no breaks just do the work
I'm so bored I watch
talk much but live by my money sure
I don’t play with my hustle oda bi ammunition
You no fit send me I be like straight bullet nigga
Ibile la won temi ba
the eastern bloc
They tell me how to live my life
There's no wrong, there's no right
Why can't I just decide
I live here in the eastern bloc
By my house yeah I
still grows in their minds every morning
And they make love before the sun rises
And in the woods on top of sweet grass bristling
And in the current
the bitch
Years passed by
Now you stuck with that bitch
Ya fighting mo' and mo' now you
Fed up with the bitch
But you knew that was a ho when
You hooked up
of this storybook we live through
Take my gloves and jacket, I don't need to have them
One last thing before you go
Think of me in the morning light
I'll
cuz the place so nice
2ND VERSE
3 o clock in the morning muh girl up and say that she going by the neighbor
When ah ask she what time that she coming
not agree with
But I'm tired of hearing in the news
About all of these shootings
I'm hearing bout a new one
Like every Tuesday
As if the damn USA
lives, came together
Waking by your side, there's nothing better
Hold tight, there's light, and it's bright
When you focus on the simple things
Now we
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